Imagine you have 15 minutes to live. Nothing more and nothing less than 15 minutes, 900 seconds.
Yes you are young. We are young. Life is still waiting for us.
But death is inevitable.
Death doesn’t think about age.
Why are we afraid of death?
For some strange reason, I’m afraid of being buried alive.
Fall asleep, go into clinical death and make people think I really died.
Today I was talking to a person who was introduced to me by a friend to help me practice German.
Yes, oddly enough, German goes beyond Fuhrer, Hitler, and Deutschland Deutschland.
And I got the question:
Was wären Ihre letzten Wünsche? / What would your final wishes be?
And I really don’t know.
Beyond no one crying for me, I don’t think I want anything more.
No, I don’t like to see people suffer and that I can’t help if I have the possibility and being dead, I’ll not be able to.
Everyone has the appropriate final wishes
I’m not afraid of death. I would probably first say the shahadah (to become a Muslim, you need to say that) and I’d wait for Azrial the angel of death in Islam) to get me and while I’m waiting, I’d pray to Allah, so I can leave this world as a Muslim and not lose my faith in the afterlife.
i don’t like beeing burryed alive or drowned or nothing so ya and small spots freak me out man
wow you’re so kind